I see him as a pompous arrogant pr*k, a sensitive new age guy, Ma in disguise, a feeble old man, my worst nightmare, and my best friend all in one session.

The things we do for love.

Self sits here scribing away at early o'clock in the morning, wondering if take off time will ever come. Brain will soon go from desperate for a session to 'what was I thinking' mode. This feeling reminds me of my home sick days, and when I finally got home I wanted to leave.

Tap tap says brain, you best go back to bed.